Art poetry 2

I am your star ship of mud
caked in sludge, fish and frog spawn
to travel with you a short time
befriending the journey of lifetimes
manifesting between us in oceans like hannah.
Opals in oyster cleaners,
pearls in shitholes
birthing firework dreams
cresting in the sky
bursting on clear moon nights.
Looking up from the shore into starry night
we see ourselves reflected and wonder,
could this be me?